illyana & open (open to multiples)
Illyana had never graduated from high school before.
It was a foreign concept, throwing a party for such things - she was almost certain she should have graduated from high school, but she spent time in Limbo and it passed oddly in that place and felt strange, sand soaring through an hourglass. Likely she missed quite a bit about what could be considered a 'normal' schooling experience.
But she wanted to see what it was like and she wanted to go to a party - it was a loud party, neon lights and ones that flashed and the plink plink of games that all echoed and seemed so far off and yet close and overwhelming all at once. She kept Lockheed in her back pocket and wore dungarees (she would probably regret this after she drank so much soda and had to go to the bathroom) with a white ribcage printed on one half, and black boots. Her hair was pulled up into two separate buns on each side of her head - quirky, perhaps, but that was who she was. A quirky flaunter of darkness - one holding a soda and going around seeing what board games there were because the arcade ones were so noisy.